Topher Lydon

who says he doesn't? Gotta make it earned... and there's four books to do it in.

very soon Timmy is going to be far better off than Daddy dearest ever was.

Charlie was joking

Charlie grows a lot over the books. He's very fond of Taine and grows to emulate him like a mentor. His past ALWAYS comes back to haunt him, amusingly. Contemplating what to do for the Fifth and final book of this little series. taking a little break to write a fantasy novel... never done that before, so entertained by the idea

Book 2 gets into it. epilogue to go before the Coven of Love.

Some deals are hard fought.

Chapter Thirteen Taine had sprinted the entire way from the hospital drop-off, Charlie's young legs eating up the distance. Tyler had jumped out of the cab three streets away, shouting something about his grandfather's notes and a loophole, promising he'd be right behind him. But Taine couldn't wait. The hospital corridor stretched endlessly, fluorescent lights humming overhead like waiting vultures. Taine had run the entire way from the car, Charlie's young legs eating up th

Yep, Tim and Ben are free in a fashion, which makes them dangerous. Blue has no choice but to co-operate of he loses the game. Power has shifted, and things are about to change.

morning

Chapter 12: The Breaking Point The drive back to Ben’s was a funeral procession for the easy thing they’d almost had. The kiss hung in the air between them, a ghost neither of them knew how to look at. Tim’s hands were slick on the steering wheel. He wasn’t thinking about game theory or Archivist hierarchies. He was thinking about the shocking, warm softness of Ben’s mouth, and the way his own heart had hammered against his ribs not with panic, but with a terrifying, thrilling kind

Matt, throughout the books, is awesome. That practical human in the room going "Why not just x?" "Wot, did I do it again?"

POhew, just finished book IV of this series. 14 chapters per book. So we have a bit of material to go in this slot. I might break them up into releases to avoid material fatigue, depends on how the next one is received

there are Three more books, book four I am working on the last chapter as we speak. So you know, plenty of room. After this one is THE COVEN OF LOVE

two chapters left of Book 1. How are our heroes going to get out of this one?

Here is your winner

Chapter Twelve Saturday arrived with the kind of electric anticipation that made Taine feel like he'd consumed approximately seventeen coffees without the benefit of caffeine. He'd been looking forward to this all week. No—correction: he'd been *dreading and anticipating and desperately hoping for* this all week. Tyler's match. The Mangler. Front-row seats. And afterward, dinner. A real date. The kind of date that normal people had, in normal restaurants, with normal levels

Giorgio: living his best life, wearing a dead philosopher's blazer, planning a shrine, feeling legendary. Ellis: sniff sniff "Is that... eleven years of unbroken integrity... mixed with... McDonald's grease? On MY philosopher's coat? Some two-bit hustler in Milan just one-upped ME at the crossroads?" Giorgio is about to learn that there are fates worse than being a junk-bond soul salesman behind a McDonald's. He's going to wish he'd stuck to selling metaphysical pennies. Ellis doesn't just want the blazer back. He wants to make an example. The kind of example that demons whisper about for centuries. The kind that involves very slow, very creative, very eternal suffering. On the scale of 1 to Eternally Screwed, Giorgio is currently sitting at "Oh look, a nice man in a suit wants to talk to me about my blazer. How nice—" and the needle is about to peg into "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" for the rest of time. Poor Giorgio. He just wanted a little clout.

It should be noted, however, that Pink now has two strikes against her team.

I may have a slight organizational problem

We're starting to see the Archivist's rules. If two separate groups rebel, or conspire. The team is immediately broken up, a trade occours, and a new challenge card is drawn for both teams. Orange is a GRADE A prick, Blue seems to actually care a bit and tries to intervene, Pink is a self insert. Green is lurking, ready for their entrance.

Embarrassingly, I do own a label maker...

Tim sorts them out. Justin makes a few mistakes in this chapter that come back to bite him. He is, for want of a better expression, his own worst enemy.

BTS: I use Miller as a placeholder name, which is why we get a lot of Millers in my stories It's an easy find and replace name I can usually edit out. I forgot to do that with Sam's mom, so a hasty edit to Milne and we have it. For those interested, I spent my childhood growing up next to the 100-Acre Wood. Used to play in it regularly.